Per varios praeceps casus rota volvitur aevi.
The wheel of time rolls downward through various changes.
For time would, with us, 'stead of sand,
Put filings of steel in his glass,
To dry up the blots of his hand,
And spangle life's page as they pass.
Since all flesh is grass ere 'tis hay,
may I in clover lie snug,
And when old Time mow me away,
Be stacked with defunct Lady Mugg!
Horace and Jambs Smith—Rejected Addresses. The Beautiful Incendiary, by the
H<m.W.S. 10.
For the next inn he spurs amain,
In haste alights, and skuds away,
But" time and tide for no man stay.
W. C. Somervtlle—The Sweet-Scented Miser.
L. 98.
Time wears all his locks before,
Take thou hold upon his forehead;
When he flies he turns no more,
And behind his scalp is naked.
Works adjourn'd have many stays,
Long demurs breed new delays.
Rob't Southwell—Loss in Delay.
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| text = <poem>Goe to my Love where she is carelesse layd
Yet in her winter's bowere not well awake;
Tell her the joyous time will not be staid
Unlesse she doe him by the forelock take
Spenser—Amoretti. LXX.
Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.
Spenser—The Faerie Queene. Bk. III. Canto XII. St. 75.
Too late I staid, forgive the crime,
Unheeded flew the hours;
How noiseless falls the foot of Time
That only treads on flow'rs!
What eye with clear account remarks
The ebbing of his glass,
When all its sands are diamond sparks
That dazzle as they pass?
Ah! who to sober measurement
Time's happy swiftness brings,
When birds of Paradise have lent
Their plumage for his wings?
W. R. Spenser—To the Lady Anne Hamilton.
Long ailments wear out pain, and long hopes joy.
See that time divided is never long, and that regularity abridges all things.
Abel Stevens—Life of Madame de Staël. Ch. XXXVIII. </poem>
In time take time while time doth last, for time
Is no time when time is post.
Written on the title puge of MS. account
book of Nicholas Stone, mason to James
I. In the Soane Museum.
TIME
Nick of Time!
Sir John Suckling—The Goblins. Act V.
Ever eating, never cloying,
All-devouring, all-destroying,
Never finding full repast,
Till I eat the world at last.
Swift—On Time.
Lauriger Horatius
Quam dixisti verum;
Fugit euro citius
Tempus edax rerum.
Laurel crowned Horatius
True, how true thy saying,
Swift as wind flies over us
Time devouring, slaying.
Anon. Trans, by John Addington Stmonds.
A wonderful stream is the River Time,
As it runs through the realms of Tears,
With a faultless rhythm, and a musical rhyme,
And a broader sweep, and a surge sublime
As it blends with the ocean of Years.
Benjamin F. Taylor—The Long Ago.
He that lacks time to mourn, lacks time to mend :
Eternity mourns that. Tis an ill cure
For life's worst ills to have no time to feel them.
Sir Henry Taylor—Philip Van Artevelde.
Act I. Sc. 5.
Come, Time, and teach me many years,
I do not suffer in dream;
For now so strange do these things seem,
Mine eyes have leisure for their tears.
| author = Tennyson
| work = In Memoriam. Pt. "Kill
Every moment dies a man,
Every moment one is born.
| author = Tennyson
| work = Vision of Sin. St. 9. ("Minute"
for "moment" in early Ed.)
Every minute dies a man,
And one and one-sixteenth is born.
Parody on Tennyson by a Statistician.
Heu! universum triduum!
Alas! three whole days to wait!
Terence—Works. II. 1. 17. (Sometimes
"totum" given for "universum.
